Ohde je hi main te o Mirza mere varga.Do not call me the misfortunate Heer. Call me Sahiba. Death is a mandate. But I want to die after I've been ridden away from this world of agony on a horseback by the love of my life. Mirza, though we'd die because I'm a foolish sister, but it would be with your love that I'd close my eyes. When I look at you, my own self reflects back. My kohl reflects your purple scent. Your smile is like a beautiful morning. Don't close you eyes, the world would be cold.I'm like you, like me.

Monday, November 5, 2012

We
share the only thing that actually belongs to us till we leave the damn
material. We share the gift of souls. We seek a soul, we share our own.

I’ve
loved. I’ve loved like crazy. And with each passing day, I’ve loved more. And
then I’ve also lost. Which is more, don’t ask me.
I don’t have a balance.

But
the worst is feeling a bit less of the magic each time we lose. After 22 years,
I realise ive found the perfect guy. The one who says things out of my lips and
opens doors. The one who holds me like a butterfly. The one who’s first is me,
though my first is nowhere him.

He
loves me, alright. And I want to share that level of passion and exuberation and excitement. But it’s all too real to me now. After 4 Princes, you cannot
believe this one will treat your shoe right.

Find me

Hello Visitor!

Yours Truly

Maybe, just maybe, there’s a universe without all the chaos in my head; pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

I talk in my head. And aloud when alone. Writers & Winters can never stay happy. Music heals even death. Food is the reason behind all friendships and enmities. Travelling makes you wise, even if it's the travel of your mind. The one who laughs is the bravest of them all. Being kind is a beggar's luxury. When in love, betray reason.